Having pizza with the Harbingers was some of the most fun that Matt had had in a while. He didn’t get back to his loft until almost 3 in the morning and basically crashed as soon as he got to his room. He woke up a little after eleven the next morning and immediately called Revelation Studios before he even rolled out of his bed. He managed to book the studio from 1pm-5pm Saturday before the show, giving them a two hour window after rehearsal to load up and get to the venue, and maybe grab a bite to eat. After that he had a quick shift at the Denny’s from 12pm to 6pm. Getting off work he checked his phone as headed out the door to his Vespa, seeing two text messages he clicked the first open. It was from Parker and said “Sweet (in reply to being told they had the studio space before the show). I just finished making some lasagna, feel free to come over Petra and Søren will be there.” Matt smiled as he read the message, the Harbingers, however short a time they had been together was feeling more and more like a family. Typing a quick reply Matt sent Parker a simple “Lemme grab a shower, cya in 20” and keyed open the second msg that he had received while at work. Looking at his screen his face froze in shock, if someone had been standing over his shoulder it wouldn’t have made quite so much since why he seemed so horrified, appalled even, by the message on his phone’s screen. “Heard you are playing with Born of Osiris tomorrow night, can’t wait to see you ;) –Tori” was all that the message held but as Matt slid the phone into his pocket he couldn’t tell if the world was crashing down or soaring up.
He made it to Parker’s a little later than promised, but made it all the same. As the band laughed and hung and enjoyed the wonderful lasagna Parker had made Matt stayed mostly silent and reserved, his mind occupied with his own thoughts. He knew the others could tell but he hoped for the most part that they wrote it off as nerves for the show tomorrow, but mostly he just thought one single sentence, one that basically became a mantra as he drove back to his loft and laid down to sleep ”Why now?”. The thought ate at him as he laid in bed toying with his phone wondering if he should reply, eventually drifting into dreams filled with music and the reawakened pain of heartache.